Of Wizards and Keyblade: Chapter 4

author's note: WOW! I got reviews! I wish to thank Bombay Kitten, Serenity, heather b, GBF, SpakleOwl, RogueFanKC, and my ever-so-useful friend Katrina, who is nice enough to let me bounce ideas off of her. To RogueFanKC: I LOVE your idea about Donald and Snape! I will definitely try to squeeze that one in! I like the Donald/Herm idea, too. Thanks so much, all of you, for your feedback, it's what I live for!

Sora walked out of the Headmaster's office, with Dumbledore escorting him to the hospital wing. Inside, the two Gryffindors lay sleeping on the white beds of the ward. Hermione looked much healthier, Sora couldn't see anymore bruises or swellings, and she had a peaceful face while she slept. Harry, however, looked like he was having the worst nightmare of his life. He was sweating and mumbling, and the thin sheets of the bed clung to him like static hair does to a balloon.

"Hermione...no....stop....NO!" he shot up like a catapult, and wrenched himself free of the sheets. At first he glanced wildly around the room, then spotted Dumbledore and Sora.

"Headmaster! Where is Hermione?- Hermione!" Finally spotting her, Harry rushed over to her bedside and pulled her sleeping body into a tight embrace, burying his face into her cleaned hair and weeping for relief. The girl woke up with a start.

"Oh, Harry, you're so stupid! You came to save me! You knew it was a trap!" she pulled him down and cried into his shoulder, hugging him back with all of her strength.

"Well, I couldn't bloody well leave you to that monster! Of course I came for you, you're my best friend!"

Sora was very uncomfortable with all of the mushy lovey-doveyness in the room. Dumbledore was dabbing his eyes with a handkerchief. Hermione looked up, and spotted Sora.

"Oh my! You are the boy who pulled the cloak off of me. Who are you?"

"I'm Sora, nice to meet you."

"Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, this young man found you two in the forest, and carried you both here to the castle. He is a transfer student, so he will be with us for a while." Sora gave the old man an odd look. Exchange student? What was that about? Well, he would think about it later.

"Oh, Sora! Thank you ever so much! I shudder to think what would happen if you hadn't come across Harry!" The Keyblade master didn't have time to blink before she threw her arms around his neck and smooched him 'thank you' on the cheek. Blushing from embarrassment, he patted her awkwardly on the back. Harry rushed forward and shook his hand vigorously, lost for words.

"Miss Granger, Harry, why don't you head up to your dormitory. You have had a terrible ordeal, and thank goodness you two didn't injure yourselves beyond what a quick potion and a spell can't heal. Mr. Weasley has been very worried. I will have to speak to you both about this tomorrow, however. Goodnight. Sora, I'll show you to a guest room." The two students bade the Keyblade master and the old wizard goodnight, and then Dumbledore turned and walked brusquely down the hall a bit until he reached a tapestry of a pretty witch with a cat.

"Your room his right behind here. The password is 'Hairball.' I will send someone to fetch you tomorrow morning. I think you should stay here for a while, but we'll discuss it later. Try and get some rest, dear boy, I believe you deserve it. Goodnight."

As the man retreated back to his office, Sora stared at the tapestry. "Uh, hairball." The girl in it giggled and swept the hanging aside, revealing a beautiful suite. It had a four poster bed with maroon hangings, and a spread to match. The room was furnished with elegant paneling, and a mantled fireplace, where a cheerful fire crackled. There was a small breakfast table, and two lounge chairs in front of the fire. He collapsed on the bed, and was instantly dead to the world.

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Sora woke to someone sitting on his stomach. Shrieking, he threw it off and fell out of bed in a tangle.

"Dobby is sorry for scaring Sir! Dobby has brought Sir breakfast!" The little creature squeaked, picking up a fallen tray, and magicking the spilled food and pumpkin juice back onto it, just as if it had never been dropped.

Clutching his chest like a heart-arrested old man, and stuttered out a "Th-th-thank you, I-I-I'm sorry for throwing you, just d-don't ever wake me up like that again!"

"Dobby understands, Sir. Does Sir like the food? I would be delighted to get Sir something else."

"Oh, yes this is fine. You don't have to call me Sir, my name is Sora. No offence, but what are you?"

"I am a House Elf of Hogwarts, Sora, Sir. If Sora wants anything, please just call out Dobby's name." And with a snap of the elf's fingers, he was gone.

Sora ate the food with great zeal. He had never had these round cakes drenched with sweet syrup, or toasted bread with fruity gel on top, or fried bird's eggs with cheese mixed in. But somehow the juice didn't agree with him, so he had the reserve glass of water on the tray. After he licked the plates, the Keyblade wielder noticed a pair of black robes, a white collared shirt, a black-lined gray pullover vest, a pair of black trousers, and a neat black tie lying folded on a chair obviously for him to wear. Looking at the odd clothes skeptically, he decided to give them a shot.

Ten minutes later, he was standing in front of the upright mirror, dubiously scrutinizing his image in the Hogwarts uniform. He had the tie knotted like a belt around his waist, and the shirt's buttons were uneven, and he couldn't figure out what to do with the vest. Summoning Dobby, he pleaded for help. The elf was only too delighted to tie his tie properly, fix his shirt, and instruct him on putting on his vest and robe. The shoes had to be magically enlarged, and Sora was stunned to see how anyone over the age of 5 could fit into a size 13 men's.

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As Sora stepped out from behind the tapestry, refreshed and dressed-for-success, Dumbledore turned the nearest corner, and spotted him.

"Ah, Sora! I was just coming to get you. The uniform suits you wonderfully! Well, I'm sure you have a few questions about your arrangements, so please, lets adjourn to my office for some tea."

They climbed back up the moving staircase, and into the circular study full of funny silver gadgets and snoring portraits, and sat back down in the comfy armchairs. Sora sipped some mint tea.

"I told Mr. Potter and Miss. Granger that you were an exchange student because of the particular circumstances of your arrival. From what you told me, all of the worlds were separated permanently, and is impossible to travel between them. But somehow you appeared in ours. I think that it was no accident. With the ominous arrival of the Light Killers, and the darkness they bring with them, I believe that you were summoned here by the Light, to assist us in the defeat of the new Heartless. But it's your decision to get involved, I can't make you fight, but, I'm afraid that I won't be able to help you find a way home. What do you say, dear boy?" Dumbledore sighed and reached for a lemon drop.

"I....guess I have no choice." Sora was a bit frustrated. He obviously had no control of his situation, and it irked him that he had to temporarily give up his search for the Door to the Light for this. 'But this is my calling, a new Heartless army has arisen for me to defeat, and I was obviously dropped here to help out.' he reminded himself. 'Plus, if the Light summoned me here, maybe the Door is located in this world!'

"Oh, I'm very relieved that you understand. I'm sorry, however, that you are caught in a situation that you shouldn't have been involved in. In any case, you will go to school and attend classes here, to make you less conspicuous to Voldemort. And am I right in guessing you have little experience in practical magic? This will be a wonderful opportunity to learn new forms of your craft. You will need to be sorted into a House."

"A House?"

"Yes. There are four Houses-Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. You will be placed into the one that best matches your talents and personality. We can sort you now, if you wish."

Sora thought. Wow, he would be a student here! He knew that he could do some pretty powerful magic, but what he saw here was practical. He felt totally inept, though, since all he knew was battle magic. However, he was very curious as to which House he would be placed in. "I'll be sorted now, if that is convenient for you, sir."

"Very good! Just put this hat on, and then we will know."

A very tattered wizard hat was stuck on his head, and a voice rang through his mind"Ouch, your hair hurts, boy! Well well well, you have an astounding amount of courage and determination. Yes, you do have some wits about you as well. A very interesting past you have here, hmmm. I believe you would best be in-"

"GRYFFINDOR!!"

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author's note: I know that this is more of a Kingdom Hearts fic now, but the point of view will focus on Harry eventually, so there will definitely be more HP in there soon. Well, I think I will stick to the canon pairings in general, but I'll throw in a few flings and crushes along the way, so sorry to all of you Sora/Riku and Harry/Draco fans! I'm also warning you Draco lovers out there that he will be evil at first, I haven't decided what will happen to him later, though. Next chapter, Sora's first day as a Hogwarts student: he meets his classmates, has run-ins with professors, and sleeps in his first dormitory! Please review!

extra note: I've only played the English version of Kingdom Hearts, and I'm not familiar with Japanese expressions, so that's why I haven't been sticking -sama and -kun or whatever to the ends of all the names Sora says. Sorry to those who like to read that form!